Day 874 of 1001 Days of Faces, One Hundred and Twenty-Seven to Go

Day 874 of 1001 Days of Faces, One Hundred and Twenty-Seven to Go.
This morning, Vesta and I met Eric, who came walking toward us with a cup of Starbucks in his hand and a cigarette in his ear. He was on his way to court and I suppose we’d meet more people who were heading toward the courthouse for one reason or another is
f we waited till 7:30 or so to take our photograph, but we’re usually well into our morning walk by then.
However, we were a little late taking our photo this morning, cuz right after we parked on our bridge, three Sheriff’s SUVs came speeding down Sierra, lights blazing, but no sirens. Two of them slammed to a stop by the curb opposite the courthouse. The third, slid sideways to a stop, stopping traffic.
And quick as a witch’s wink, deputies with assault rifles at the ready pouted out of the SUVs, all charging toward the area between The Eddy and the Second District Courthouse.
“Again,” Vesta said.
“Last time they weren’t running and they didn’t have drawn guns.”
“I think we should go.”
“I think we should see could we get one of them to be our face of the day.”
“I think you’re nuts.”
And she was probably right. Photographing peace officers is one thing. But photographing them, gun in hand is another. Besides, they might not have appreciated me asking.
A K9 car showed up. The officer got out with his dog.
We stayed on our bridge and watched, till it was over. I don’t know what it was all about, but right after all the action was stopped, Eric came along and we took his picture.
And, you know, well you probably don’t if you don’t know my friend Brett. But Eric looks a whole lot like him. But that’s not that unusual, I suppose, cuz we all got two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose, so I guess there’s only so many combinations you can have before someone winds up looking like someone else.
PS. Last time, which was only a couple days ago, we thought maybe it had been a bomb threat. This time, obviously, it was about something else.